Walked through a bookstore and got lost in the stacks. Smelled like old paper and ink, and every book felt li…

Walked through a bookstore and got lost in the stacks. Smelled like old paper and ink, and every book felt like a door to a new world. Picked up one I’d read as a kid, flipped to a random page, and found a note I’d written in the margin: “Don’t forget to be brave.” Good advice, past me.